Page 175 of Ransom

He follows me, his body tensing as he finds his release. He collapses on top of me, his breath hot on my neck. I wrap my arms around him, holding him close as our hearts pound together.

We stay like that for a long moment, our bodies entwined, our breaths slowly returning to normal. Then he pulls back, a soft smile on his lips.

"Well," he says, his voice rough. "I've been dreaming about going all the way with you in this truck since I was fifteen."

A startled laugh escapes me. "All the way? You sound fifteen again."

Ransom nuzzles into my throat, his voice a low rumble. "Don't feel like it. Got a cramp in my ass cheek, but I'm too lazy to move. Gonna ride it out."

I laugh, the sound echoing in the cab of the old truck. I try to shift, to rub the offending muscle, but I feel him growing inside me again. "Ransom..." I whisper, a smile playing on my lips.

He groans, a sound that sends shivers down my spine. "Maybe I am fifteen again. My dick is at least."

Pure happiness bubbles up from my chest, and I press a kiss to his shoulder. "Is that so?"

He nods, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Seems like it's got a mind of its own around you."

I shift beneath him, feeling the truth of his words. "Is it weird that I'm kinda proud of that?"

He grins, his thumb tracing my cheekbone. "No. You should be proud. It's all you."

I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "I like that you want me that much."

His eyes darken, and he leans in, capturing my lips in a soft, tender kiss. This time, there's no urgency, no desperation. It's just us, rediscovering each other, taking our time.

He pulls back, his breath hot on my cheek. "You feel so good, Blair. Like coming home."

My heart tightens at his words, and I press a kiss to his jaw. "You feel like home to me too, baby." I've never called anyone that. I can't decide if I like it. Maybe I'll try a few other endearments out before I settle on one. Though he likes it just fine, judging by his reflexive thrust.

His eyes are warm and so, so soft as he shifts, his hips moving slowly against mine. I gasp, my eyes fluttering closed as he fillsme completely. He takes his time, each thrust deliberate, each touch tender.

I open my eyes, finding him watching me, his gaze soft. "What?" I whisper, suddenly self-conscious.

He smiles, his thumb brushing my bottom lip. "Just you. You're so beautiful, Blair. Always have been."

I feel the heat rise in my cheeks, and I press a kiss to his thumb. "You're not so bad yourself."

He chuckles, his hips never stopping their slow, steady pace. "I'm glad you think so."

I run my hands down his back, feeling the muscles shift under my touch. "I do. I always have."

He leans down, capturing my mouth in another slow, deep kiss. I moan, my body arching into his. He swallows the sound, his tongue sliding against mine, his body moving in time with his kiss.

He pulls back, his breath ragged. "I love you, Blair. I never stopped."

Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, and I wrap my arms around him, holding him close. "I love you too, Ransom. I never stopped either."

He presses his forehead to mine, his eyes closed. "I'm so sorry, Blair. For everything."

I shake my head, my voice thick with emotion. "No more apologies. No more looking back. Just us, just this."

He nods, opening his eyes to meet my gaze. "Just us."

He starts to move again, his body rocking against mine. Each touch, each kiss is a promise. I meet him thrust for thrust, my body in sync with his.

I can feel the pleasure building, a slow, steady burn. I cling to him, my breath coming in gasps. "Ransom..."

He kisses me, his tongue sliding against mine. "I'm here, baby. I'm right here."

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